No excuses its probably got a lot to do with the general laziness I've been suffering that I haven't actually done another blog. Or that I've only ever had like 3 comments ever! People say they have read them and thought they were really good yet I have no comments!
The best place to start would probably be the events of today, which started badly after I forgot that the church service I had meant to be doing sound desk on was moved to Alty Methodist Church. The silver lining to this was that I went campaigning with the Labour Party (Woo!) and Broadheath was full of the sounds of the general public being harassed by a bunch of people who had far too much energy for a Sunday morning!
After that my family (or rather my mum) was insistent that we went out for lunch. We were originally meant to be visiting Bocadillo's in the village; but finding that closed we went further afield.
This was when my Mum revealed to us that she didn't feel suitably dressed or prepared for an actual restaurant and so 2 o'clock found her wallowing in the ambiance of the Tesco café eating jacket potato with the rest of us deciding that maybe it wasn't so bad at all.
Yesterday an event happened that had been waiting a while. I, by a slip of the tongue, called Anne Black... Mum.
I was on Skype to Emily and we had been talking earlier about how I sometimes practically live at her house. True as this may be maybe I shouldn't go round as often before I forget where I actually live.
I went down to watch telly with my actual parents later wondering if I would feel any bond of familiarity with them at all!
This week I have been looking at the world of the automobile. I've been trawling through www.Autotrader.co.uk trying to find a possible car for me to drive. After the millionth page of ford fiesta's I found possibly the worst car in the world.
This car has;
- A top speed of 56mph (so litterally 0-60 in like never!)
- An engine you'd probably find in a lawnmower with about 21bhp.
And let's face it. Any car with "boot carpet" listed in its features is getting pretty desperate!
On the flip side it's an automatic and is all yours for £1790.
On the other hand you'll have grannies overtaking you on the inside lane whilst their mates, stuffed in the back with their morrisons and B'n'M bargains bags, swear at you through the back window.
Recently I have discovered the wonder that is Skype. (Recently being since my last blog). Skype basically lets you talk to people via the wonder that is the internet! Unfortunately my girlfriend's skype keeps going on and off. I have actually started to just to count until she goes offline again. It's rather frustrating for her. Mildly amusing for me as it winds her up to no end. It's even funnier because you can do this thing called screen share which means that the other person can see what you're doing on your screen. I am using this as a form of torture as she can see what is being written AND HAS NO WAY OF STOPPING IT MWHAHAHAHA! ... apart from blackmail.
... which she is rather good at. Because she is a horrible person.
I am also a horrible person because I am enjoying this. I guess that's why we're still together.
(Emily: God knows why) (Adam: I'm sure he does but because you're an atheist he doesn't think you exist)
Religion is an interesting topic. Not many comedians venture out into what is effectively an
Indiana Jones tunnel of death with a rolling Pope chasing them. However some do. Eddie Izzard for example likes the idea of a god of chaos who sits in a caravan somewhere in the universe and goes "I made that? I dunno did I?" *Emily's internet fails* Maybe God is punishing me. He certainly seemed hellbent that I was not going to be going to church today. (Maybe he thinks I'm a bad influence on the old people there) First I overslept, second of all it tipped it down and when I finally arrived. Nobody was there. Instead a polite little notice informed me that the service had been moved to Alty Methodist Church and nobody had deigned to tell me (or maybe I just forgot... who knows? Apparently him but I received no memo from the guy in the sky)
You might notice that my spelling is rather good in this Blog. This is because I now have my own little voice making sure I stay on the straight and narrow with Emily on this screen sharing thing on Skype who seems to be going pedal to the metal to make sure my spelling is correct. GRAMMAR NAZI! (Emily: well you're the English Student!)
It's kind of like having your teacher staring over your shoulder and reading everything you've said. I can also tell her reaction to everything I've said as she is in a wonderful little box to the right of my screen. Which also means I can see the guy in her cupboard that she's been "babysitting" with again! (Emily: No you can't because I'm on the floor) (Adam: So there IS a guy in your cupboard then?) *Emily's internet dies* (Emily: kills self)
I hope by my little brackets you can see my relationship with Emily *Emily's internet dies* as a sort of voice over my shoulder thing... *Emily's internet dies* (Adam: this is actually quite funny... except its not because I have to put the effort in of actually putting her back on screen share. It's like trying to hang a cup on a rail that's slanted. You know the cups going to fall off and you'll have to pick it up and... (Emily: Oh so you have to put effort in to putting me back on the screen? Am I that much of a burden?) (Adam: No dear...) yeh its always going to fall off...
Any how I will now love you and leave you as I am going to get back to watching Emily get increasingly frustrated with her internet. Which, as it turns out, is actually quite fun!
Adam xxx
A conclusion is the place where you get tired of thinking. x
